Could you start your day in a better way? Sweet, sweet little horses and a good friend, a tour in the forest among the first yellow leafs. Peace and quiet a rest for the soul. Made my day….
A ”grandslamday” This is my two winning pics in Gagnefs Fotoklubb’s (My cameraclub) Ernst Strömstedt Trophy. WIIIHIII 🙂 The first one with the theme ”forrest” and the one below with the theme ”city”. Totally insane 😉 But extremely proud, humble and sweet…. ❤
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
-Sting
Again the early-morning sun was generous with its warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me – the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs – little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory. ~Wynford Vaughan-Thomas
art by skwadra 